Rules...Only one. Remember it's set in WW2 so no mod cons or gadgets etc. Thank you.

If it wasn't for Jerry the day would have been a perfect flying day. The sun shone from a bright blue sky, light, fluffy clouds adding their little touch to what would, in peacetime, have been a pleasant pastoral scene. Even the flowers which some of the officers had planted under the windows of the Mess were obligingly bright and beautiful.

But Jerry was about and 666 has been sent up to see them off. They had succeeded, and were now coming in, one by one, some seemingly unscathed, others with distinct battle scars. Biggles, first down, taxied across the tarmac to leave room for the others. His eyes cast around for Algy and it was with relief he watched his second-in-command land with no apparent problems. Bertie, with a busted undercarriage, was last and Biggles held his breath as the Flight Commander came in to land.

Somehow, Bertie managed to get his Spitfire down without breaking up into small pieces. The ambulance came roaring up along with the fire truck. Biggles hid a small smile as Bertie leapt from the cockpit and landed a full six feet away from his craft before sprinting even further .

They all looked tired and weary, Biggles thought. They needed a rest, or failing that, something to take their minds off the War for a while. He'd give it some thought, or maybe something would crop up to divert their attention away from their perilous daily existence.

The Decision to Survive - A good pilot is both born and made. The best would look upon his work as a combination of adventure and a serious mission. – Major General Sir Frederick Sykes

"I could never afford any," Ginger confessed, "and now I can, there's not much to buy." He stopped as they passed the pigeonholes where their post was placed by Toddy. Larger items were placed on the top of the rack. Ginger and Henry could see that there was a parcel there now. A funny one, though. It was wrapped in greaseproof paper and tied with string.

The Decision to Survive - A good pilot is both born and made. The best would look upon his work as a combination of adventure and a serious mission. – Major General Sir Frederick Sykes

Algy was also puzzled why anyone would send him a cake-shaped parcel. He lifted it down and put it on a table preparatory to opening it.'It's the right weight,' he laughed. 'What weighs the same as a cake and is shaped like a cake?'

'Major Bigglesworth' said Von Stalhein coldly, 'there are times when I seriously wonder if you were created by the devil just to annoy me.'

His hand hesitated over the knot on the string. It had been tied so it could be undone easily, so it could be used again. Algy noticed that the greaseproof paper had been used before too, but they were all used to having to make do.

The Decision to Survive - A good pilot is both born and made. The best would look upon his work as a combination of adventure and a serious mission. – Major General Sir Frederick Sykes

There, on the greaseproof paper, in all its glory, lay what looked for all the world like a Victoria sponge, with raspberry jam and clotted cream. Algy put out a finger and gave it an experimental light poke.

The Decision to Survive - A good pilot is both born and made. The best would look upon his work as a combination of adventure and a serious mission. – Major General Sir Frederick Sykes

Biggles knew he should be ordering that only one person, and that not a pilot, should sample the cake until it was proved harmless, but he was salivating like the rest of them. 'Fetch a plate, Mr Carrington,' he ordered.

'Major Bigglesworth' said Von Stalhein coldly, 'there are times when I seriously wonder if you were created by the devil just to annoy me.'